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* Lemon Alert*
~~~Edward~~~
Everything was set and ready to go, I just needed to get out of here. I glanced at the clock. 4:45. I am off call by five, however, right now I am damn near elbow deep in my patient's abdomen.
My patient, Albert Meyers, presented with a perforated bowel. Diagnostic studies showed that he had a massive amount of blood accumulated in his abdomen. This man, 64 years old, has not seen a physician in years. A true mountain man, I would call him. He said that he had this stomach pain for three days.
Three whole days. He must have a high threshold for pain. He was raking leaves when he passed out cold, waking up minutes later. His wife brought him into the ER, while he fought her the entire way. This man should be dead; we have given him four pints of blood and he is severely acidotic, his foley bag is nearly empty, even after he has been given a dose of sodium bicarbonate.
I performed the standard mid-line excision and was met with a horrid smell. That smell, ladies and gentlemen, is what called to me to be a general surgeon. I am a sick fuck, this I know. The shit and old blood smell is simply something I cannot describe, it smells horrible, take my word. I suctioned out the cavity and coagulated the many bleeding vessels that I saw.
Running his small bowel, I found nothing. Digging a little deeper, I found the culprit of this fine mess. The sigmoid colon was perforated. The sigmoid colon is a part of the large bowel, closest to the rectum and anus. It is deep within the pelvic cavity and hidden by the bladder. I found no mass, but upon further examination, I found that he had many diverticuli in the area. Hallelujah! Now I can fix it and get out.
Thirty-five minutes later and I am putting in the last few stitches of his colostomy. After I finished suturing, I had the current surgical tech, Maggie, I think, attach the colostomy bag and the surgical dressings. I then bid a farewell to the surgical team and sought out Albert's wife. I explained the surgical details to Mrs. Meyers and what she should expect next.
Driving home, I thought about tonight. Tonight was the Fall Ball and everyone was going. My whole family would be there and so would Alice and Jasper. The most important person of all will be there as well—on my arm, as my date, my beautiful Bella.
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of adventure. I met the girl of my dreams, the one that I hope to spend the rest of my life with. I know it has only been a short amount of time, but my father was right. When I meet the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, I would just know. I do know. I spent most of my adult life happy in my solitude. Never once had I thought someone was out there for me. Until that first day in the O.R when I met Bella, blushing and beautiful.
Since then she has opened up my heart, and I feel amazingly happy. I wish I would have known she existed for me a long time ago. I could have been this happy for years. Okay, buddy! She was born when you were in the second grade.
She's younger than me and that makes me want to take things slow. We have been taking our relationship achingly slow. When I say achingly, I mean excruciatingly slow. Every time we kiss or get really hot and heavy, there's always an interruption, leaving me with a painful erection. We both reside with our parents and privacy is hard to come by. We go out places when we can and I occasionally cop a feel when the opportunity presents itself, usually in my car, her Jeep, underneath various dinner tables, and in passing around the hospital.
I also feel the need to take things slow because of her past. Jake has not been seen or heard from since that night three weeks ago. For that I am glad, seeing as she already has one guy crazy for her, literally. I don't want to scare her away with my ridiculous premature feelings. I know by traditional standards love is a gradual process, a building process. I believe I fell in love with Bella at first sight and I just didn't know it.
That is why tonight is very important. I want her by my side, out there for the world to see. Maybe just our small community. I am taking it slow after all. Tonight, after the ball, I have reserved a room at a local bed & breakfast. I am not being a pervert—we just never have enough time for ourselves. If we happen to make love, that's a plus. If not, at least I will be able to hold her all night and we can just be.
"You're late!" my mother shouted as I dashed up the stairs.
"I know-" I yelled down to her. Quickly, I showered and put on my tuxedo. Frustrated with my stupid bow tie, I went to seek out one of my parents. I saw my father straightening his in the foyer mirror.
"Can you tie this shit?" I asked, fidgeting with mine.
"Edward, language-" My mother chastised. I rolled my eyes. My father rapidly worked his magic. I ran my hand through my hair and we were out the door.
I retreated back to my car and my parents to theirs. They were going to follow me to Alice and Jasper's to pick up Bella. My father wanted all of us to arrive together, to present a united front. Whatever that meant.
Soon, we pulled up to Alice and Jasper's house. I exited the car and when my mother shouted for me, I went to her. She handed me a corsage. It was a single white orchid. Thanks, Mommy! I ran up the stairs and rang the doorbell. I was instantly greeted with the familiar sound of barking dogs. Renee, Bella's mother, answered the door.
"Edward, don't you look dashing!" I smiled.
"Thank you, you look lovely this evening as well." She blushed, much like her daughter would have. Renee was an attractive older woman. Bella looked a lot like her, same pouty lips and chocolate brown eyes. If this was the sight I would be granted in thirty years, I would gladly welcome it. Bella disagrees, says she looks more like Charlie and Alice looks like Renee. To me, they both resembled Renee, just differently.
"Oh please, I'm a mess-" She shook her head and gestured to her sweatsuit-clad attire. Opening my mouth to contest that, she kept talking.
"The girls will be out in a minute. Jasper is in the kitchen." She pointed me in the right direction.
"Thanks." I went into the kitchen, where Jasper was feeding his son.
"Come on, buddy, just one more bite," he pleaded with little Jason.
"Hey man, you know if you get baby food on your tux, Alice will kill you." I patted his back.
"He wasn't eating for Grandma," he said, more to Jason. "Besides, they've been in our bedroom for hours-" He shook his head. "I have no idea what takes so long; Alice said something about beauty, perfection, blah blah-"
"I heard that!" Alice called in the distance. I turned toward her voice and was treated with a true vision. Bella looked gorgeous; she was wearing a strapless midnight blue ball gown. The contrast between her pale skin and the dark dress made her glow. Her hair was piled on top of her head, with intricately placed curls trailing down, in various places.
"Don't you look lovely!" Renee gushed. "Let me get a picture of you all." She called us all together for a picture in front of the fireplace. I stepped behind Bella and placed my arms around her waist, like she was my prom date. The prom. I never went to prom, didn't have a date. No one wanted to go with geeky Edward Cullen, although, I never did ask anyone. Maybe this is life's little way of making up for that.
I reveled in the fact that I had a true Goddess in my arms tonight. The most beautiful girl in the world is my date to the ball. Do fairy tales come true? You're acting like a chick again Edward.
We smiled for a few pictures: some of just the couples and a few of all of us. I never strayed from my pose behind Bella, and was mesmerized by the sight of her neck, all creamy and inviting. I couldn't help myself. I delicately kissed the spot on her neck, right below her hairline. I heard her rapid intake of air. I'd caught her off guard. She craned her neck slightly, a smile playing at her lips. I skimmed my nose along her neck, moving to the spot under her ear, where I placed another kiss. I heard her gasp, her grip on my hands tightening. I grinned against her skin. She smelled wonderful. Hmmm…strawberries. I let my lips linger longer than anticipated, while she leaned back into me. We were caught up in the moment.
A flash of light in my peripheral gained my attention. I looked up; Renee and Alice were smiling wide.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," Renee admitted. She'd obviously snapped a photo of our moment.
"They start serving dinner in thirty minutes," Jasper said, pointing to his watch, as he walked out the door.
"Always thinking about food," Alice argued while she followed after him. I turned my attention back to Bella. Her eyes were so captivating tonight, a new brightness was shining in them. That could be because of the glitter that adorned her eyelids, but I'd like to think she's just happy to see me.
"This is-" I cleared my throat. "-for you." I opened the clear box that held her corsage, placing the orchid on her wrist. I then lifted that wrist and placed a kiss inside, under the flower.
"Thank you." She smiled at me.
"You're welcome. Come on, let's go. My parents are waiting." I placed her arm in mine and we said goodnight to Renee.
The reception hall that hosted the ball was very crowded. I was happy to see that they placed Alice and Jasper at my family's table. I later learned that the past two years, without me, they've been seated together. Bella and I filled the two empty spots, making our table an even eight. Bella and I received a few curious looks—especially from Jessica, the nosy unit clerk. No doubt, we will be her favorite topic of discussion this evening.
I also noticed Mike, Dr. Newton, had had his eyes on Bella since she walked in tonight. I can't blame him; she is truly stunning. Two weeks ago, having had a lengthy talk with my father about jealousy, I have been able to keep the green-eyed monster at bay, mostly.
Dinner was boring. I had the London broil, and it was dry. I kept my right hand on Bella's thigh, occasionally traveling up and down, while she squirmed in her seat.
"Bella, you going to eat that?" Emmett asked, gesturing to Bella's chicken.
"No, Em, help yourself." She pushed her plate to him.
"Not hungry?" I asked.
"It's cold and not very good. Can we get pizza after?" She asked biting her lip. Oh no, baby, please, let me do that.
"The night is ours. We can do whatever you wish." I nuzzled her cheek, hearing a collective "Awww" from the women at our table.
"Eddie, stop that, you're making us look bad," Emmett said with a mouthful, gesturing to himself and Jazz.
"You make yourselves look bad." My mother informed him "Don't talk with your mouth full."
With the dinner plates cleared, people started to roam over to our table—administrative staff and some of Bella's co-workers. We chatted politely as people came and went. My parents excused themselves and danced along with the jazz band that was playing. Soon, Alice rose from her chair and went to the restroom, stealing my date with her, along with Rose.
"Why do they always travel in packs to pee?" Jasper asked.
"So they can talk about us, of course. I am sure they are talking about you tonight, Eddie, we're old news-" Emmett waved a hand between himself and Jasper.
"I hope it's all good." I grinned.
"Are you kidding? You're all I hear about at my house. Edward this, and Edward that, Bella's nuts about you, man." Jasper informed me.
"Really?" I asked giddily.
"Yes, really-" he said, annoyed.
"What does she say?" I asked.
"Hey, have you two done it yet?" Emmett wiggled his eyebrows. I ignored him and looked to Jasper.
"So have you?" Jasper asked. I groaned and shook my head no.
"Why not?" Emmett asked, looking very confused. "Haven't you guys been dating a while? Me and Rosie did it on our second date." I made a disgruntled face.
"Well, whatever your problem is, get over it. I heard her talking to Alice-" I turned my attention fully to Jasper.
"And?" I asked.
"She wants to," he smiled widely, "really fucking bad. And don't you say shit. Bella will be fucking pissed if she found out I told you." I gulped, my stomach a knotted mess.
"What about tonight? Aren't you two hitting up a hotel?" I was about to answer Emmett, when Jasper threw something down in front of me.
"Just a little gift from Alice and me." He chuckled. Quickly, I looked at what he threw down and put it in my pocket. They bought me a box of condoms. Really? Don't get me wrong, I was grateful. But I already had that taken care of.
"Make sure you use them," Jasper laughed. I cradled my face with my hands and let out a groan. Our families are way too fucking nosy, yet thoughtful. Opening my mouth to answer him, to say thanks for the condoms or "mind your own fucking business", I saw the women approaching.
"Shh, they're coming," I said. Those two goons quickly turned their heads. Obvious much?
I heard the opening bars of the current song playing. It's an old jazz classic, one of my very few jazz favorites, "Moody's Mood for Love". I walked over to Bella, closing the distance. I bowed to her. Very cheesy, Edward.
"My lady, may I have this dance?" I asked, kissing her hand. She blushed and nodded. I escorted her out to the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I placed my arms around her waist as we swayed with the music.
"Twenty years from now, when we're old and gray, will you still be as charming as you are now?" Bella whispered. My eyes widened. I never knew she felt that way. Or maybe she was just saying that. She saw my surprise and tried to take back what she'd said.
There I go, there I go, there I go
There I go..
"I mean, if...it's...just-" Her face was red and she was mumbling. I took my finger and placed it on her lips.
"In twenty years, fifty years, I will always be a cheesy romantic—when it come to you, anyway." I removed my finger and replaced it with my lips. We engaged in a short, passionate kiss. It was too short for my liking, but then we continued to dance, while the both of us wore matching smiles.
Pretty baby, you are the soul who snaps my control
Such a funny thing, but every time you're near me
I never can behave
You give me a smile and then I'm wrapped up in your magic
There's music all around me, crazy music
Music that keeps calling me so very close to you
Turns me your slave
"Just listen to the words-" I whispered, holding her more tightly to me.
"I know...I mean I am." She told me, looking deep into my eyes.
Come and do with me any little thing you want to
Anything baby, just let me get next to you
Am I insane or do I really see heaven in your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies
How I worry about you
In that moment, I needed her to know how I felt.
"Just can't live my life without you. Baby, come here, don't have no fear. Oh, is there a wonder why I'm really feeling in the mood for love?" I sang to her and she blushed, her body so close to mine. We swayed together, so close but not close enough.
So tell me why stop to think
About this weather, my dear?
This little dream might fade away
There I go talking out of my head again, oh pretty baby
Won't you come and put our two hearts together?
That would make me strong and brave
Oh when we are one, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid.
I surprised her and twirled her around, then wrapped my arms back around her.
"If there's a cloud up above us, Go on and let it rain. I'm sure our love together will endure a hurricane. Oh my baby, won't you please let me love you, And give a relief from this awful misery-" I whispered along with the song again. She tightened her arms around me. A woman came to join the band and sang her part.
What is all this talk about loving me, my sweet?
I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before
Can't you understand me?
Now baby, please pull yourself together, do it soon
My soul's on fire, come on and take me
I'll be what you make me, my darling, my sweet-
"Oh baby, you make me feel so good. Let me take you by the hand-" I crooned in her ear. She giggled, resting her head in the crook of my neck.
Come let us visit out there
In that new promised land
Maybe there we can find
A good place to use a loving state of mind
I'm so tired of being without
And never knowing what love's about...
When our dance was over I placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you," I said.
"You're welcome, but what are you thanking me for?" she asked as we walked back to the table.
"Just being you, being with me." I shrugged.
"You make it easy," she giggled. I pulled her chair out for her.
"You two looked cozy out there," my sister said. I looked over to my parents who had joined the table. They were smiling at us. Apparently, we put on quite a show. Bella answered my sister.
"Like I said, he makes it easy. Plus he's a great dancer."
"She wasn't talking about the dancing," Alice said smugly, reaching over to give Rose a high five.
"It was that lip lock, the whole room turned their attention to you," my father said. I cleared my throat and took a look around the room. My eyes traveled back to Bella; she was looking sheepishly around as well.
"Oh well, we couldn't keep it a secret for long anyway." I shrugged it off, leaning over to Bella.
"You want to get out of here and grab that pizza?" She nodded and we said our goodbyes. I couldn't wait to be alone with her. We went to the local pizzeria and saw that it was closed.
We then decided to raid the Quickchek. We bought sandwiches and some sodas. Bella was starving and ate hers in the car on the way to Murphy's Bed & Breakfast. I unwrapped mine and did the same. It was not an easy feat while driving, but I managed. We were down the road from our destination when Bella squealed.
"I love that house we just passed. Ever since I was little, I swore when I got older I would live there." I looked around but didn't see anything.
"Which one?" I asked curiously, ready to buy her that house. Where we could live happily ever after...
"Oh, we passed it. It's my dream house. Tomorrow when we head back into town, I'll show you. You can't really appreciate it in the dark anyways."
I nodded, wondering if the family lawyer, Jenks, would mind if I called him on a Sunday morning so he could place a bid. I shook those thoughts out of my head. What the hell is wrong with me?
We pulled into the driveway at Murphy's Bed & Breakfast". It had the look of a home, a baby blue, two-story house with dark blue shutters. I put the car in park, running fast to her side to open her door. I couldn't wait to get her inside. With what Jasper said earlier in the evening, I was eager to be alone with her. Of course, Bella is running this. I'd have to wait for her to make a move. Crap.
"What's the rush? We have the whole night, remember?" She giggled as I was pulling her along with me.
"You're right. It's just been a long week and we haven't hung out since Monday. I am just excited we have this time," I said as I escorted her inside.
The corridor was very small. It had yellow walls and old pictures lining the way to the front desk. At the front desk, an elderly woman was shuffling papers. She did not notice us. After waiting at the desk for a few moments, I cleared my throat, trying not to be rude. Still nothing. Bella and I both looked at each other. We both shrugged our shoulders.
"Excuse me. Excuse me, Ma'am-" I nearly shouted while my fingers tapped at the desk.
"Why, hello there!" the woman shouted. We both jumped back, not expecting her to be as loud as she was. She continued to fumble with the papers in her hands before she picked up two small devices and placed them in her ears.
"That's better. How can I help you?" She smiled at us. I noticed Bella shaking silently with laughter by my side.
"We have a reservation, Cullen…" I politely said.
"Oh yes, the honeymoon suite, congratulations!" I only wanted that suite because it was the nicest one. I went to correct her but Bella answered for me.
"Thank you," she said smiling, snuggling into my side. I grinned down at her, then jumped, surprised, when Bella gave my ass a gentle squeeze.
"You're very welcome. Let me show you to your room."
The decrepit woman began to climb the stairs; Bella and I stood back a few steps to hide our laughter. Mrs. Murphy spoke loudly still, even with her hearing aids.
"Come on, dears, right this way."
She led us through a wood paneled hallway, with doors lining each side. We stopped at the furthermost door from the stairs.
"My name is Mrs. Murphy. Breakfast is served between 8 a.m. and 10 a.m. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call." Bella and I nodded.
That was an oxymoron. If we called, would she hear? We watched as Mrs. Murphy walked away. Once she descended the stairs, I opened the door. With one lithe movement, I had Bella in my arms. Keeping with the newlywed charade, I carried her in bridal style. She giggled and placated me. I took a deep breath, my stomach once again a knotted mess.
Sadness filled me; I wish that this was really our honeymoon. Instantly nervous, I didn't want to give myself away. I placed her back on her feet.
Bella looked around the room, taking in the décor. I did the same. The room was a light shade of red, with a king-sized bed and a table with chairs in the right-side corner. I looked up to the ceiling. No mirror! Damn. WTF, Cullen!
I swallowed convulsively, trying to shrug away those naughty thoughts, the condoms burning a hole in my pocket.
"I knew we were coming here yet, I didn't pack any pajamas," she said. Does she want to go to sleep? Why is she worried about pajamas? Defeated. I thought of a solution to her problem.
"That's okay, you can sleep in my shirt, if you don't want to uh...sleep in your dress." She nodded and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to her. I joined her and we sat together in silence for a few moments.
"Bella, I-"
"Edward, I-" We both let out shaky laughs for speaking at the same time.
"Why don't we get comfortable?" Bella said blushing.
"Yeah, comfortable," I agreed. I excused myself to the bathroom, taking off my jacket and button-down shirt. Would she think it too forward of me to wear my boxers and undershirt? I'll keep the pants on.
I exited the bathroom to find Bella flipping through channels on the television, sitting cross-legged on the bed. I noticed that she'd let her hair down, and it hung in loose curls. She looked even more beautiful, if that was possible. When she saw me enter the room, she rose from the bed. I handed her the shirt.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to bring anything with me, too. This will have to do. Sorry, I should have thought-" I just stopped my rambling. You sound like an idiot. You promised Bella no funny business; this was all about the two of you spending time together.
"Hey, no worries, it's fine. But can you undo my dress? I can't reach the zipper." She blushed and it reached all the way down her neck. She must be nervous, too. She reached up, lifting her hair, exposing her neck. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
"Uh…sure-" She turned.
With shaky hands, I unzipped her dress slowly, enjoying every sight of her creamy colored skin. My dick instantly hardened. I saw that spot again and couldn't help myself. I dove in for a second helping of the night.
When my lips met her neck, her hands immediately rose to my head, holding me there, letting her hair fall onto my face. I let my lips travel around her neck, turning her to me. I kissed all the way to her jaw line, when she guided my lips to her mouth. I nibbled at her bottom lip and she groaned into my mouth. I deepened the kiss, grasping her tightly to me. Her dress, loose now, hung low and I was granted the sight of the top of her breasts. I cupped them with both hands and she gasped. My lips ghosted their way down her neck to the center of her cleavage. She shimmied her dress down a little farther and it pooled at her feet. I took a step back to look at her.
Her body was incredible, curvy and toned. I grinned. Her body was so much more exquisite then what my perverted brain had imagined. She was wearing a black strapless bra with matching panties. My gaze must have lingered too long. She noticed and went to cover herself.
I wrapped my arms around her. "Let me see you," I begged. She undid her self hug, her arms hanging loosely at her sides. Her chest was heaving up and down. She took a step back and sat on the bed.
"Come," she said. Your wish is my command. I leaped on the bed, kneeling next to her, happier than a kid on Christmas morning.
She grabbed my face and started kissing me madly, attacking my mouth. She wants me!
Leaning back, she pulled me with her, easing our way farther toward the head of the bed. She was lying underneath me and I let my eyes travel down her body.
"You're so beautiful…" I said in awe.
She didn't greet me with a response. She pulled me down to her and pulled at the bottom of my tank top. Her hands traveled up and down my torso, still furiously kissing me. This was all happening so fast, I wanted to slow down. But she was not having that, she wanted me, ME!, just as much as I wanted her. This was going to be about her tonight. I want her to feel as beautiful as she is. I want to worship the body I have come to love. I want to show her that love. It wasn't about me tonight.
"Touch me," she whimpered against my lips. Oh, God.
"Are you sure...'cause... we can stop." I panted.
"I'm sure." She cupped my cheek. "Please, Edward." I shuddered, a groan escaping my lips from her chaste touch and her plea.
"I just don't want us to," she started nipping at my neck, "do something you might regret." I searched her eyes, leaning back to give her the chance to push me away. She smiled and once again pulled me closer to her.
She kissed me, so deeply I thought I would explode with pleasure. All comprehensible thoughts, gone. Being a gentleman, gone.
My hands lingered on her face before they trailed down her torso. I stopped midway, placing a hand on her hip, as I rubbed myself against her. She moaned. What a glorious sound! I wanted more.
Her fingers lightly traced the edge of my boxers. I adjusted myself, moving up a little, she moaned when she felt my hardness at her core.
Hugging her closer to me, I trailed my hands back up and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her hair to expose her neck. With my lips touching her skin, this time I felt an electric shock. Kissing her neck, I let my tongue slide lower, biting her collarbone. I stopped at the crease of her fabric-covered breasts.
Pulling the fabric down to expose her breasts, I encased them in my hands aggressively, taking them into my mouth one at a time. Slow down, I berated myself. Bella's breast was halfway in my mouth, for fuck's sake.
"Edward," she sighed, thrusting her hips against my mid-section. She likes it. I sucked and nipped at her chest, going lower. Her skin is so soft, like silk. I let a groan escape my lips—she was driving me crazy. I want her so badly; I want to be inside of her.
She looked down at me through her lust-hooded eyes as I got to my target.
"Are you sure? 'Cause once these come off…" I didn't want to finish my sentence. That if I took off her underwear, there was no way we could go slow. There was no way I could stop myself.
"You want me to take them off?" She offered. I smiled at her, internally squealing. Edward Cullen is about to get some pussy. Not just any pussy, Bella's pussy.
"You are the sexiest thing I've ever laid eyes on," I said, fervently meaning every word. Her small stature only made her curves more lush, more feminine. With a groan, I slipped my fingers into the black silk, pulling them down at a leisurely pace, enjoying every new sight, letting my hands enjoy the smooth texture of her skin. I smiled wider, her bare glistening sex smiling back. I'd like to think it was smiling at me. It was beautiful. My eyes riveted back to hers.
"You're beautiful down there…"
"Thank you," she said, and chuckled deep in her throat, blushing scarlet once again.
"I bet you get that all the time," I joked, rubbing my hands up and down her thighs, my head bending towards its new target.
"No, actually, you are the-Oh!" Her fingers dug into my shoulders, as I lightly traced my finger up and down her slick folds, teasing her. She's so fucking wet; I bet she tastes incredible. I became eager and I buried my lips in her moist center, tasting her.
She gasped, arching her back.
She tasted sweet, just like the rest of her. While I lapped up her juices I said a silent prayer.
Dear Lord in heaven, thank you for the pussy I am about to receive. Amen.
I stopped just for a second to adjust my cock. It was so hard, the strain against my pants was making me uncomfortable.
"Don't stop," she whined. I let out a giggle, against her. "That tickles-" She squirmed.
"I'll stop when you tell me to," I whispered and went back to my new favorite place. Shit. At least, I hope I could stop.
She raised her hips and mewled as I flicked her clit with my tongue. Inserting one finger, I noticed how warm and tight she was. I needed to be inside her. She started pushing herself into my face forcefully. Taking a fistful of my hair, she moaned, earning a whimper from me.
"Edward-" she panted. I inserted another finger, earning another gasp.
Keeping with the sequence, I figured out what would make her scream or moan. Her screams got louder and her shivering continued, before she went rigid, clamping down on my fingers. I picked up my pace while she throbbed around me, riding out her orgasm. I extracted my fingers and sucked them greedily. Good 'til the last drop. My hardness never faltered; I had come close to release just watching her. The expression on her face as she climaxed was utterly breathtaking. She took a moment to collect herself.
"Oh my...Edward... that was... wow-" She panted. I smiled smugly. Go Edward! Go Edward!
"I can continue, if you wish?" I asked as I trailed my finger from her breasts, back down to her sex. She shivered, writhing from my touch, and shook her head no.
"No, I want you," she said as she sat up, kneeling in the center of the bed in front of me. I let out a growl, as I pulled her legs out from under her. I hovered over her and kissed her lips. Her hands were at my waist, fumbling with my pants.
She unbuttoned my pants, proceeding to take them off. When she could no longer reach, her feet finished the task. I kicked them off myself rapidly. My dick was happy to be free, yet still in the confines of my boxers. I started to kiss her slower, I wanted to go slowly and savor every minute. My lips, having a mind of their own, went lower, going back to her breasts. I nibbled on her nipple, my fingers lightly pinching the other.
"Ungh…" she moaned. Every little sound that she made turned me on further. I paused and took my undershirt off.
"Underwear, too," she instructed. I pulled them off, happily. She sat up and gazed at me, staring at my dick.
"You're so hot," she said, shaking her head. She pulled me to her once again, ghosting her hands along my chest. Letting out a small growl, I grasped herbehind her knees, pulling her legs around my hips. Slow down, you fucking animal.
Looking into her eyes, I sought approval. She reached around the small of my back and pulled me closer. I reached over the side of the bed to my pants, and pulled a condom out.
"My, my, Dr. Cullen. Did you know you were going to get lucky tonight?" She seductively teased as she grasped my cock in her hands, continuing to stroke it.
"Shit," I groaned, her hand felt amazing.
"No...I... didn't know...hoped-" I panted. She snatched the foil wrapper out of my hand, opening it before she put it in her mouth. I furrowed my brows, looking to her, confused. She placed the condom on the tip of my dick. With her fucking mouth! I gasped. I think my fucking heart stopped. She used her hands to roll the condom down my shaft, slowly…she was killing me.
I hovered back over her, my tip grazing her center. "Please, I'm aching," she pleaded breathlessly.
Without thinking, without mentally preparing myself, I plunged inside of her, pausing when I heard her gasp. This was heaven. She was tight and wet. I kissed her softly, not moving. Afraid.
"You okay?" I whimpered. She smiled and bucked her hips into me. Slowly, I removed myself and re-entered. Continuing to move in and out with sure strokes, grasping her hands within my own and holding them above her head.
"Oh my God." I breathed.
"No, Bella." She smiled as she moved her hips with mine. I felt that familiar fire building in the pit of my stomach. This could not be happening. She just felt too good. I ceased all movement.
"What's...wrong?" she asked. I shook my head.
"Just give me a minute," I said through clenched teeth. I have waited for this for so long. It would not be over in ten minutes. I carefully began thrusting in and out of her again, with the same tantalizing rhythm. It was not long before we both started to shake. That fire was building rapidly as she thrashed under me, writhing with pleasure.
"Edward...I-" She cried out.
I tried to control my spasms; she must have, too. Again, she was the rigid statue, screaming my name. The sensation of her orgasm while inside of her was amazing. Her muscles contracted and released me, while I pumped in and out.
"This isn't over-" I thought aloud, regaining some newfound confidence.
Redoubling my efforts, going deeper and faster. Wanting nothing more than to please her, Bella was all that mattered. I started to pant, reveling in the glorious phenomenon that is Bella. She moaned once more. She dug her hands into my back, forcing me to pump harder. The convulsions returned, this time I could not control it. Losing myself in that instant, I went deeper inside of her—the deepest our bodies would allow. I climaxed, letting out a scream of desire. I shuddered, collapsing onto my love. She held me close, hugging my head to her breast.
As I lay there, with my head listening to her heart, the sweetest sound that I have ever heard, I wanted to tell her that I love her. I felt it on the tip of my tongue, my heart swelled and constricted in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her tightly as we both regained our breathing. Bella quieted first, her arms now loose around me. I came to my conclusion. I would tell her, I had to. Lifting my head, I noticed that her eyes were closed. I crawled up to her side, spooning her, and she didn't stir. The soft rhythm of her breaths told me she was fast asleep. "I love you," I whispered in her hair.
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